# 7 When the Stars Go Blue Bono and Andrea Corr
Spock stood outside of the small private observation deck unsure of how he'd come to be in the deserted passageway; unsure, or perhaps more truthfully, unwilling to admit that her pain had drawn him there.
The briefing after the episode with Parmen and his followers had been almost as devastating as the incident itself. Speaking aloud of the violation had strangely made it even more real. Were there words to describe what Parmen and done to them? He doubted he would ever forget the sound of the sweet nurse's voice, like a small wounded creature, inflectionless as she described the manner in which they'd been forced together. How he'd moved toward her brandishing the red hot poker. He'd been astounded by her composure as she gave her statement; her description of events has been detached, clinical.
But now, on the other side of the door he could hear her sobbing softly. Strange that she should choose this place, the very same place he'd come so many times seeking solitude. The logical thing would be to go and allow her privacy he told himself, even as he used his command override to open the door.
"Please⦠just give me a few minutes..." her whispered plea cut him to his very soul. Anxiously his dark eyes searched the small room and found her, a dark silhouette against the sparkling vista of stars.
"Christine," he whispered through the shadows.
Hesitantly she turned to face him. The tears that streamed down her pale cheeks glistened live a river of diamonds in the silvery starlight flooding though the observation window. Tenderly he reached out, his long slender fingers lightly touched her cheek and the maelstrom of her human emotions washed over him, shame, anger, fear, and a crushing feeling of loneliness that matched his own.
She gazed at him, her sapphire eyes sparkling like stars and he remembered something his father once said and he knew it was the logical thing to do. He pulled her to him and held her gently as he kissed her.
